I was p,issed off reading a book that had promised new insights into the world of Ozzy Osborne: for a start he rambles on about his miserable childhood, in wait: a tad more detail than can be found in other Ozzy books - the book labors into well trodden ground by Black Sabbath, that we already knew: finally he whines on about his reality show, his kids, how cool they are, how cool Sharon is, and that's about it really. Awful read. No new insights. I got it from the library, thank God. Half the drek is taken up with him bragging how he shit his pants, or SHOULD be dead from all the drugs. Total tosser.